Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Pablo Neruda / 7 / Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad netstowards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,its arms turning like a drowning man's. I send out red signals across your absent eyesthat move like the sea near a lighthouse.You keep only darkness, my distant female,from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad netsto that sea that beats on your marine eyes. The birds of night peck at the first starsthat flash like my soul when I love you. The night gallops on its shadowy mareshedding blue tassels over the land.